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50 ways to love	By : nekochannya Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > GacktJOB Views: 919 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warning: Lemon ahead! Dont complain later, for its yaoi as the rest of the story! ok?

The sun was well on its way to noon when Ren awoke. His skin felt itchy and tight under the heavy blankets. The air was humid and he frowned, as distinctly rancid scent invaded his senses. Nausea tickled the back of his throat and he sat up. Sharp pain crushed his skull as his head protested his sudden movements.
“Nyan!” he mewled pitifully and closed his eyes. Swallowing convulsively, he took a deep breath to push back the bile that threatened to choke him. He quickly realized his mistake when a stabbing pain pierced his chest. Dissolving into convulsive coughs, he swore unable to control himself. Wretched cries pierced the darkness of the room before falling back into his pillow with a deeper moan. Fisting the sheets around him, he bit back the tears that threatened to overflow. Choking back a sob, he curled in on himself to curb the pain. ‘What the fuck is wrong with me? This ain’t a hangover!’
“Hey!” A soft voice sliced the darkness, surprising him. “Ren? Does it hurt?” the worried voice asked tenderly. He nodded, soft whimpers escaping his chest as cool hands soothed his head and back. Closing his eyes with relief, he relaxed slowly.
“You’ve been out of it for the last 3 days, neko-chan. You had us worried for a while there but I figured you to be too ornery to give up.” Masa blathered nervously, turning to prepare the correct dose with ease. Ren kept his eyes closed and his mouth shut. The bed dipped slightly under Masa’s weight. “Here… Let me help you. It will ease the fever. You’ll see you’ll feel better soon.” Leaning into Ren, he curled his arm around thin shoulders to help him drink his medicine. His friend stiffened and tensed, stalling with a low hiss.
“What’s wrong? Does it hurt so much?” he asked in confusion.
“Nyaaan…” He denied quickly, his dark gaze evading contact with a frown.
“You want to do it yourself?” Masa asked hesitantly and Ren nodded.
Waiting dubiously, he bit his lip while Ren struggled to get himself in an upright position working up quite a sweat. Pale and exhausted, he lifted his hand wordlessly. This was something he needed to do. He wanted to prove to himself and Masa that he was self sufficient. ‘I am not dead by a long shot. This is just a temporary thing.’
Sighing with a frown, Masa handed his friend the heated cup eyeing the contents slosh dangerously. Fed up, he bit back a curse and steadied the trembling hands with his own.
“You are so stubborn! Let me help, damn it! You are sick, stupid! I won’t have you undo the progress you’ve made so far thanks to your own damned pride!” he growled, taking the cup from nerveless hands.
“I’m… fine… nyan… see?” He smiled triumphantly, fevered cheeks canceling his efforts. Glazed eyes fluttering over a pale face made his heart twist painfully inside his chest.
“Baka!” he huffed and twisted to hide his tears. Ren was truly too stubborn for his own good.
“I’m sorry.” Ren whispered after a pause. He hadn’t meant to make him feel bad.
“No problem.” Still Masa wouldn’t look at him.
“Um… um… I…” He started wanting to explain his irrational attitude.
“Wait here. I bought you something to cheer you up.” He said and left without waiting to see if Ren actually paid attention.
“Never fear… I’m not moving anywhere.” He drawled. His eyes looked around the room and once again he was assaulted by the sour smell. Searching with his nose, he realized to his dismay it was his own smell he was finding offensive. Abruptly, his hair and skin crawled, while his bladder threatened to explode. Antsy and irritable, he decided to go to the bathroom by himself.
‘After all, angry as he was, I reckon Masa’s gonna take forever to come back and I don’t want him near me smelling like I do. I smell like a dead rat!’ he whined inside his own mind. Incensed, he stood up and promptly fell down. Swearing, he pushed himself up unwilling to recognize he was not going anywhere.
“Move damn it!” he cursed at his body before sadness overcame him. ‘Disgusting, smelly, stupid and weak to boot! Masa will really despise me now, damn it!’ He slumped forward angry pulling at the bed sheets until he heard a satisfying rip. ‘There, now you won’t stink anymore.’ He ripped and tore at the offensive sheets, blaming them for his shame, sending the pillows over the bed while pulling them apart but was unable to break them. That was what got to him. Sobbing miserably, he took off his clothes and started to drag his carcass to the bathroom. No matter what, he was going to be clean before Masa returned or drown trying.

Half an hour later, Masa returned. The plastic bags he carried bumped heavily into his legs in his haste to return to his grumpy patient. Ren was due some TLC and he would make sure he got it no matter what. A thousand images swamped his inner eye. ‘You’ve become such a hentai! Get a grip, Masa!’ He admonished himself. Chewing on his lip, he juggled his purchases to open the door to Ren’s room. ‘I hope he cheers up when he gets this! That way Chachan won’t have to intervene and I get to keep him all to myself… I just have to make sure not to upset him!’ Breathing deeply, he knocked on the door and pushed it open with a confident smile.
“Hey there! How is my favorite patient feeling?” he whispered, unwilling to awaken him if he’d fallen asleep. His eyes adjusted to the darkness before the sound of running water and weak cursing registered in his stunned mind. Taking in the unmade bed, torn sheeting and strewn pillows, he cursed angrily, dropping his bags.
“Ren? Ren! Please tell me you are not taking a bath! Please! Ren! Fuck!” he swore, scrambling into the bathroom in time to see a thin and wiry body slump forward bonelessly. Reaching quickly, he caught the slippery but unconscious man before he did further damage to himself. “Ren? Ren! I’m gonna kill you myself, hear? Myself! Damn it!”. Angered beyond words, he gave a hard yank to the towel hanging beside the shower and started to rub dry the pale skin. Taking careful stock of the toned body between his arms for injuries, his mind finally registered the awkward position of their intertwined bodies sitting on the bathroom floor.
Acting on impulse, he slowed the jerky drying motions and started to explore and caress the naked figure of his band mate.
“Finally! You are mine!” he muttered before his conscience reprimanded him.
‘You are the lowest of rascals, Masa. Taking advantage of a man that can’t protest your touch; you are truly disgusting!’ But alas, his conscience fought a losing battle against his all consuming desire to touch this man.
Overly warm skin nestled against his, he guided an unconscious Ren to lay his head over his shoulder, allowing him easier access to the body that was now permanently lodged into his brain.
His breath fanned teasingly over the tender skin of his neck while humid hair stuck to his cheek. The towel lay forgotten over his lap while his hands petted the exposed skin, committing to memory the angles and curves of a man that was always in motion. Curious hands uncovered round, flat nipples the color of winter plums, which stood guard over a firm expanse of sultry alabaster.
Unable to restrain himself any further, his lips descended to taste the erratic pulse dancing over the masculine neck.
‘He tastes of sunshine and musk.’ Masa thought helplessly, licking a burning trail to the tender shell of his ear.
Lust baffled his thoughts, distracting his thinking process while his hands explored even lower, down the firm abs and lower still; conquering over hard thighs to reach a nest of sparse curls.
This was the first time he was able to get a good look let alone being near this tempting part of his koneko. Greedy fingers curled around the partially erect member, gauging thickness and weight.
‘Sugoi!’ He giggled like a school boy, knowing Ren would kill him if he was conscious.
Stroking up and down a few times, he teased the tip lightly. He was about to up the ante and taste him when Ren whimpered softly, his body reacting honestly to Masa’s ministrations even if he was not aware of what was being done to him.
Stiffening, he stopped his actions immediately, ashamed of his actions. Ren’s body protested weakly at the lack of contact and his body caught on fire, struggling to hold onto the reigns of his self control.
‘If he wakes up and finds you molesting him it will be the end of it. At least take him to the bed.’ His guardian angel or devil told him cajolingly. Agreeing that was the best course of action, he wrapped his precious cargo on the semi-dry towel and carried him to bed.
Once there he remembered there were no sheets on the bed “Oi, Ren-chan… you are such a wild beast!” he whispered before setting him on the sofa near the bed. He was not letting Ren sleep on a naked bed no matter what. Digging out a traditional Japanese futon from the closet, he laid that over the bed and then bundled his kitten there.
After making sure he was comfortable and warm, he went about straightening the room trying to forget his previous actions.

It was midnight by the time Ren woke up again. Turning on his side, he groaned; feeling hot and hungry. Half-asleep and complaining under his breath, he pushed the futon aside and was hit with cold air. His sluggish mind registered surprise as goose bumps broke all over him. “Ok, why am I naked, nya?” he wondered, shivering. Bringing the futon closer around himself he searched for a reason. Looking around he growled when his eyes stumbled on a sleeping Masa at the foot of his bed. Poking him in the ribs with a futon covered toe, he called urgently. “Masa… Masa!”
Tired of being ignored by the deeply slumbering man, he gave him a good shove and sent him flying over the bed and into the floor. A muffled groan registered at the foot of the bed.
“What?… Hey… Ren!” Masa’s head peeked hesitantly as the man on the bed glared balefully at him. Taking note of his tousled but relaxed appearance and slightly less flushed cheeks, he smiled. ‘Thank god!’
“What are you staring at?” the redhead groused, crossing his arms self-consciously.
“Why, I never pegged you as an exhibitionist… but since you are so comfortable, can you please stand? I want to take a better look at your body…” he teased sweetly, relishing the blush that stole over the pale countenance. Laughter drifted over them both before a pillow launched from the bed hit him squarely on the face. “Ow!” Masa squeaked.
“Serves you right! Hentai!!” and paused at the irony of his own words. Incensed, he started throwing pillows at the moving target Masa had become. Breathless laughter invaded their senses as the tension of days past finally relaxed. State of dress utterly forgotten in the midst of the fray, Ren pounced over a hapless Masa with a victorious whoop.
“You are mine, nyan! Surrender!” Ren crowed happily, eyes utterly alive and pale face flushed with excitement.
“Finally, do what you will!” Masa couldn’t help but answer at the obvious invitation. ‘You really are a hentai! Pervert!’ he smiled softly, loving the feel of Ren’s flushed body.
Stiffening, Ren paused in his efforts. “Gah! I’m… you’re… Damn!” he stammered and promptly tried to bury himself under the covers.
“Hey! You said I had to surrender! Don’t hide now!” Masa reminded him in a reproachful tone, trying hard not to guffaw at the distrust he saw reflected in his eyes. He knew Ren wanted to believe him. He found it cute that his all-time-grand-hentai-master reverted to a shy and naïve school boy when he was sick. It was all he could do not to tease him… too hard.
“Now, now my dear koneko-chan… I was just acting with your best interests in mind. I only intended to keep you warm after you went skinny dipping in the bathroom. You shouldn’t have taken a bath because you are very sick and need your rest. Thank god, you didn’t get inside the bath, you could have drowned, you know! It was truly irresponsible! You just had to wait for me to return into the room if you wanted to take a bath! I could have helped, Ren. Your actions really made me sad.” He scolded remembering the fright watching him faint provoked.
Which brought him to the memories he was really trying to avoid. A pale, shower slick body laying between his arms, responding faintly to his ministrations. ‘Stop it Masa!’ Making eye contact, he noticed his patient was very still and silent. Noticing the glazed eyes, and the slightly labored breathing, he worried.
“Ren, are you all right?”
“Huh… yeah… just a bit hot… this shouldn’t be affecting me like this. I am not that sick…I’m a bit dizzy.” He touched his brow and frowned. “I think I need another nap, nyan.”
Masa came closer, ignoring the half-uttered protests. Whipping the thermometer from its case on the nightstand, he quickly took Ren’s temperature. Hissing in anger, he bit his lip. “You are too hot, koneko. I think we will have to give you a sponge bath and a suppository.”
Turning before realizing the import of his words, he heard a small gasp. Whirling, he made eye contact with Ren and had the grace to blush. It was not as if this would be the first time but he was used to doing it to an unconscious Ren. He was not sure how well he would be able to keep his cool with a wide-awake Ren.
“Don’t look at me like that, I have done this before while you were sleeping. Chachan helped too! And they always help!” he commented nervously making his way into the bathroom to pick up the necessary items.
When he returned, he found Ren buried deep inside the covers. He grimaced. He didn’t want to do this either but he had to lower his temperature fast. It was not easy fighting with one’s lust while trying to act like a good, concerned band mate.
“Ne… koneko… if you cooperate with this, I will give you a gift.” He met silence as the tightly bound package that was Ren refused to unfurl. “Well, guess I’ll have to eat the pocky by myself.” He sighed.
Taking hold of the rectangular box he popped it open and withdrew the foil pack, its crinkling sounds filling the silence happily.
“Strawberry pocky… its so good! Too bad you don’t want!” He withdrew a long, thin, pink coated biscuit, staring at it with glee.
Sucking on the tip, he waited until the strawberry flavored cream dissolved before biting daintily on the crunchy stick. “So good!” He raved, settling on the bed just beside the perky bundle. He knew his Ren was struggling with his pride. Pocky was his all time favorite and feeling like he did, he certainly wanted some.
“Oi, don’t eat my pocky…” A muffled voice complained before a long fingered hand attempted to stop him from eating. Avoiding the attack deftly, he turned to study his patient.
Ren blushed such a deep red under his scrutiny, Masa wondered why he didn’t explode before giving up. Masa smiled, adding the trump card to his plea. “We can always wait for Gackto or Chachan… if you want… they are experts at playing with asses but...”
“No” Ren cut him abruptly thinking how much more embarrassing it would be for any of them to do it.
“Leave everything on the table and leave… I’ll do it myself… um… It will be quicker, right?” He sat up with difficulty and stared at his shaking hands.
“Are you sure you can manage on your own?” Masa asked seriously.
Ren fell silent. He knew he was not going to be able to do it. First, he was dizzy and trembling; second, he felt like shit. Still, letting Masa near his privates… It certainly beat allowing Chacha, You or Gackt to do the same. He cringed remembering the teasing remarks last time he’d sported an erection at the onsen. No, the only person able to help would be Masa. He was safer with him. Steeling himself, he took a deep breath.
“You’ve done this before right?… and nothing’s happened, right?” Ren asked quickly, trying to gather his courage. At the silent nod, he sighed. “You better have more than one box of pocky ready. I will need all you can give me. What do I do?” he asked.
Masa gulped, unable to believe his luck.
“Um… let go of those covers, turn around and lift your hips.” He instructed, putting on a pillow under his hips.
‘What’s with the pillow? We are not gonna do anything hentai, are we?’ Ren wondered, biting his lip, trying not to think about the whole thing.
“I’m going to have to touch you Ren, unless you prefer to spread your own butt cheeks…” He trailed off. Acting quickly, Ren spread himself for Masa.
“Like that?”
“Yeah.. hold it steady…” Masa grunted not trusting his voice to hide his lust.
Ren looked so tempting lying over the bed, buns spread and puckered hole contracting reflexively.
Taking his time, he unwrapped the suppository. His cock throbbed painfully, wanting to bury itself inside the inviting body. Deciding to tease his friend a little and relieve part of the desire clamoring inside him for release, he poured some lube on his hand and coated the little, pink muscle.
Ren’s body trembled under his ministrations and he smiled. ‘Its strange but feels really good.’ He thought dreamily, snuggling into his pillow.
Spreading the lube around the throbbing opening and over the tight testicles, Masa allowed the tip of one finger to dip inside Ren, to coat his innards for easier entry. Ren bit back a moan as his body caught fire.
‘Fuck , its getting hard! This is a weird way of putting on a suppository. Stop, damn it!’ he grunted in pain, grasping the sheets as blood rushed towards his lower body.
Realizing his actions when his knuckle grazed his buttocks, Masa retreated hastily to grab the suppository. Positioning it over the puckered entrance, he started to push inside.
His imagination ran wild with his mind as the suppository mimicked what his body was dying to do. Slowly at first, he pushed inside with steady pressure until it was halfway in. Stopping his forward motion, he relaxed the pressure, allowing it to be pushed out by Ren’s body before pushing inside once again only this time it went in deeper.
“What are you doing Masa?” he squeaked as the suppository was pushed all the way in along with a finger. Ren hips quivered as his hands tried to hold onto the errant fingers but soon found themselves prisoners to Masa’s free hand while the one inside him twirled searching for his prostate.
His body thrust against the pillow, wanting to rub against something. Biting his lips, he relaxed against Masa’s probing hand, needing this contact to continue.
Blinding lights exploded behind his eyelids as the fingertip found his quarry. A lusty cry ripped from his throat and he pushed himself against the finger.
Spreading his legs further, he contracted his inner muscles to invite more of those wonderful fingers inside his body.
“Masa… shit… don’t tease… please!” He ground out need overriding his doubts.
“Please what, koneko-chan?” he queried adding another finger and then another, applying force with every thrust.
“I want… you… please…” Ren conceded loving the heat pooling into his groin. He was close to orgasm. The back of his neck was hot and his spine felt filled with air. He just needed a little push. Suddenly Masa stopped. Ren turned glazed eyes towards his lover and protested.
“Don’t stop!” He ordered, fed up with the teasing.
“Tsk, tsk, such impatience, my dear koneko. Here… I just wanted to make you more comfortable…” he trailed off.
“Fuck comfortable and give it to me already, damn it!” he bit off angrily.
“Your wish is my command.” He retorted cheekily and rammed inside Ren without warning. Ren felt his body accommodate to the abrupt penetration, tears stinging his eyes. He hurt but it felt so damn good, he wanted to hurt some more.
“Masa… Masa…” he repeated over and over, his body squirming under his lover’s weight. He was pinned and full but still he wanted more. Moving experimentally while tensing his muscles made Masa cry.
“You feel so cool, ah, nngh…” Ren whispered wonderingly while Masa repressed a cry, the heat of Ren’s body increased tenfold thanks to the fever and the heat of their lovemaking. It was almost too painful to bear but he couldn’t stop now.
“Hnn, you feel… so good… Kami-sama!” Masa whimpered.
Grabbing hold of Ren hips, he withdrew almost completely before ramming inside to the hilt, conscious only of the need to push against Ren’s pleasure spot and possessing him utterly.
His cock throbbed convulsively inside his lover as he brought Ren to his knees and pressed him flush against his chest. Arms coiled around his chest, he forced himself deep inside while his tongue mimicked his actions inside Ren’s mouth.
Panting and moaning while they kissed, Masa’s hand played with the same stiff nipples that so captured his imagination hours before.
Wrapping a desperate hand around Ren’s weeping erection, he stroked Ren hard. His partners muffled cries could be heard in the stillness inside the room, their passion all consuming. Breaking from the kiss to breath, Ren sobbed.
“Masa… fuck me harder... please!” he was so close but still it was not enough. ‘I’m gonna be sore after this’ was the detached thought while he pawed at Masa to get him to do something to extinguish the fire blazing inside him.
Pushing Ren back against the mattress, Masa kissed him urgently while helping him turn on his back and lift his legs. Once ready, Masa pushed back inside and changed the angle of his thrusts.
“Come on, neko-chan… Let go and cum for me… God, Ren…” he panted, “I want to see you cum before I plug your hole full with my hot seed.” He whispered hotly into his ear while increasing his thrusts.
“Masa… fuck!” He stopped breathing, his heart pumping madly as his back arched tightly against his lover. Something inside him uncoiled violently and he came, relief flooding his senses. Long, thin strings of cum bathed his belly as Masa’s orgasm hit him like a freight train filling his body until it overflowed.
Coming out of his post-orgasmic haze, Ren found Masa sponging cum off his chest. Blushing at the realization of their actions, he lowered his eyes. Masa was cleaning his body tenderly, using warm water with a bit of soap.
“Um…” he tried to say something, anything to cover for his shame.
“You are back? You scared me there, love. Ready for your pocky?” Masa asked with a twisted smile feigning normality.
“Uh, yeah…” he said and looked away. Silently Masa stretched and handed over a pack of strawberry pocky. Ren started to munch on them, glad for the distraction they offered.
“Ren. Do you regret what we did?” Masa asked softly, unable to stand the self-imposed silence. Ren stilled and stole a glance at his band mate cum lover. He could tell Masa was waiting for him to answer but he was not sure what to say.
“Um…No, I don’t. Yes, it’s gonna be awkward. That’s for sure, but I don’t regret this.” He stated firmly, for once wanting to stand by his actions. Masa’s heart relaxed inside his chest and he smiled warmly.
Leaning close to Ren, he whispered, “I’m glad… Me neither.” Hearing that his dark eyes widened impossibly and he lay there motionless and dumbstruck.
Laughing throatily, Masa kissed him softly before he pulled him close for a nap.
“Leave me be the one to worry. You just get better. I’ll think of something, koi.” He whispered. Ren stuttered and looked at his lover, his heart beating madly. “K-koi?”
Masa smiled. “Yes, Koi…” he repeated firmly, “mmm… did I forget to tell you that I loved you? Hum? Well, I do.” He snickered catching the dazed expression on his lover’s face.
‘My, this is proving to be really interesting.’ Snuggling near his silent lover, he sighed, content and sated with love. This was his choice and he would never regret it. Ever.
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